Judge — August 21, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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uae HE MIGHT. oe WELL. doctor,” said the con- valescent clergyman to his physician, “ you have cured me and I am deeply grateful to you.” “ That's all right.” replied the physician, * but do you think my success in this case justifies a claim on my part to be adivine healer?” ADVISED. Mrs, Donovan (anxiously, to Tim with his first bicycle) — “ Darlint, now don’t mount it till yez can roide, for phear ov fallin IN NEW JERSEY. A REFUSAL. Vistror—"* I say, old man, what under the sun are these bars on oe L* ND me your the windows for?" JUDGE'S FAVORIT careee: for the Host—" Bars! Oh, that's a mosquito-net.” m xronve DE mabye next performance,” “That dimpled smile your welcome won said one member of the band to another. Even cold Paleo ne “It’s against my principles,” was the latter's reply. “I believe that every man should ‘Adores you, since ssw you play bibw his-own born.” HOT-WEATHER REMARKS BY MR. MCGARVEY. Bor th’ ice! Th’ way U kape up is to loy down, Th’ hait av th’ sun 's cooler in th’ winter. Phew! ‘tis th’ hot work it is kap- in cool. "Tis the fearful cold shpell we're not havin’ now. If ‘twor not for th’ shweat many th’ felly'd warp t" dith. It's no objection Oi have t’ floy- oe toime—but dom the floies ! Th’ hottest day av th’ saison comes often in th’ summer. It's sometoimes th’ braze gits all broken out wid prickly hait. ‘Tis th’ hot wither thot makes a mans moind waik in th’ knays. Sure, but thot felly ‘s in luck thet assay swhtauy win? JON. cmea cave Be ate wee sles back.’ has nothin’ t' do but suffer agony. LASsO Jim —"* Whisky Bi . Uhed ter leave him in ther middle uv ther desert, twenty miles back.” : f Porte Pee Weel Heeerieaeat Murphy wor sunshtruck. Bejake Lasso Jim —** Wa-al, not adzackly. He fell off uv his hoss from ther heat, an’ I hed sum hopes uv pullin’ him through. ers, thot wor a cold dail for his family. But when he pushed ther licker-bottle erway an’ called fer water 1 knowed his time wuz come, an’ so I hed DAVID M, TALMADGE, ter leave him.” ‘TIS BERRY-TIME, RONDEAU. IIS berry-time, and o'er the bush or vine How sweet to linger where the lights ashine From out her eyes a merry twinkle fling ! And ah, the rescue when. a thorny thing Would hold her jealously and arms entwine About her wai: Ah, me! and then to pine To be a berry, irresistible and fine— ‘To woo her hand the while the robins sing “Tis berry-time,”” But ah! the sight of all the sights benign Her creamy cheeks afford while red as wine Their own sweet berries come and go and bring ‘Temptation there. And summer, winter, spring— If but her cheeks or lips are near to mine— Tis berry-time ! Little Miss Peachly thought a bathing-suit made of clinging China silk would be very effective — FUIUIP VERKOLL SCHEELS, ——but the trouble was that after the first dip it clung | comicbooks.com